I always believed my brother and I were fraternal twins, sharing a birthday and a lifelong bond. But a DNA test shattered that belief—0% match. At first, I thought it was a lab error, but a second test confirmed it.
Confronting my parents revealed a secret they’d kept my whole life: my mom isn’t my biological mother, and the boy I called my twin isn’t related to me at all. I was adopted at birth after my real mother died, and my parents raised me alongside my “twin” to give me a family.
The revelation shook my identity, my trust, and my sense of home. Sometimes, love comes with the hardest truths.
